An hour later.
Su Yun was standing in the kitchen, happily chatting with a few girls in the group chat while dissecting a fresh liver.
Even though he was multitasking, his dissection techniques were still very precise.
When he found out that Zheng Ren was still busy with surgeries after he returned to Haicheng, he was relieved even though he was not sure what he had talked about with old Department Director pan.
Coward, you want to leave clinical medicine? His eyes would light up when he saw emergency treatment, heard the sound of the Gurney, and smelled the blood. Who was he lying to?
Su Yun laughed disdainfully and felt at ease.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was an email notification.
Su Yun smiled. Only foreign colleagues liked to use mail. She put down the scalpel, washed her hands, and wiped it clean. She then picked up her phone and nestled it in the chair, thinking that it was almost time.
